Month: October 2023

What do footballs and maps have in common? Before I address that burning question, I have something to share with my fellow seniors.

I saw a disturbing sign this week when I was driving in a local neighborhood. The speed limit was posted at 25 mph so I assumed it was for a nearby school. I was wrong. When I looked again, I saw the smaller sign that read, “SENIOR ZONE!” It was in front of One Generation, an “adult enrichment” center.

ELBEE That’s a euphemism.

Now for the answer you’ve all been waiting for. What do football and maps have in common? I simply don’t get either one. I’m good with baseball and basketball, but football goes right over my head. My teenage grandson tried explaining it to me but he gave up.

ELBEE That is not how you hold a football.

In college, at Syracuse, I used to go to the games because everyone went to the games. I remember bright chrysanthemums with blue pipe cleaner S’s on them but I couldn’t tell you one thing that happened on the field. I even dated a player  but that didn’t help.

ELBEE  He was fourth string.

As for maps, they are just confusing. Of course with Waze and navigation in our cars, we really don’t need maps but when it comes to the brand new tower for Tarzana Hospital, it’s huge and you’re on your own.

I’ve taken a couple of tours and have had someone show me and Stanley around. I was even given a colorful, totally confusing map.

This week I went in with Gus and the map but neither one was much help.

ELBEE Is she kidding? Poor little guy.

Thank goodness there were lots of signs and lots of nice people pointing us in the right direction. It was wonderful to run into familiar faces as well as some new ones like the nursing students who were delighted to be meeting a therapy dog for the very first time.

Everyone is adjusting to the new setting. They were as happy to see me and Gus as we were to see them. Gus turned on the charm. He danced to their applause. He smiled as they gave him belly rubs. He patiently wore his Halloween accessories as he posed for selfies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The beauty of the dogs is that no matter where they are, they bring the magic with them. New hospital or old, lost or in familiar settings, they offer comfort, love and joy. They don’t need maps!

 

It’s still several days until Halloween but decorations have been popping up all over the neighborhood. Walking the dogs, I’ve seen lots of holiday creativity, not all of it good. Some of it is just too creepy for me.

 

ELBEE She’s a Halloween Scrooge.

 

I’m more a fan of cute decorations, like smiling pumpkins and happy ghosts. I can deal with  spiders if they’re fuzzy and funny.

I have a real issue with clowns. When I was a kid, my dad, who was a Shriner, would take my brother and me backstage at the Shrine circus to meet the clowns. It was supposed to be a treat. They terrified me.

ELBEE They still do.

I can’t believe my youngest daughter Danielle has this clown, who is the stuff of nightmares, hanging from her house and my grandkids like it.

Skeletons and gravestones just don’t do it for me either. And I don’t understand all of those arms and legs sticking out of the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday, walking with Henry, I thought I was dealing quite well with the Halloween craziness. Then I saw this foot hanging from a tree.

It got worse. Someone had put what looked like a dead body on their lawn, right next to the sidewalk. It took creepy to a whole new level.

Fortunately after seeing the “body,” Henry and I had two very positive encounters. We stopped to visit a couple who were doing some major yard work. The wife loved Henry. As he leaned gently against her, she said, “He should be a therapy dog.” When I told her that he was, she smiled and said that he was giving her just the therapy she needed.

As we headed up the street, an elderly man in a big straw hat was coming slowly down. When he saw me and Henry, he called out, “Whenever I see you walking your dogs, the world doesn’t seem as bad.”

Happy Pre-Halloween. And here’s to cute decorations and costumes.

Walking Henry, I saw this sticker on the back window of a car.  It inspired me to keep writing about random positivity.

I’ve noticed that in the midst of all the chaos in the world, people are reaching out to each other. A friend, who was cruising the aisles in Home Goods, began talking to another woman about the benefits of a particular product and then showed her the shelf where it was on sale. This led to a conversation about crafting and eventually about life. Another shopper, who happened to be observing, told them she was struck by their “affection and respect.” She thought the two strangers were old friends.

I had a similar encounter in the market.

ELBEE Trust me she was not shopping for anything to cook.

I was unsuccessfully looking for something in the freezer section when a woman next to me and I agreed that they always seem to stop carrying our favorites. Just like my friend in Home Goods, we quickly ended up in a deep, supportive conversation.

My husband had an experience that speaks even more to the kindness that people are showing each other. He was in the drive-thru line at a fast food restaurant.

ELBEE I told you she doesn’t cook.

When he went to pay, the server at the         window told him that someone in the car ahead of him had taken care of his order. He was surprised and touched by the simple act of generosity.

Whenever the dogs work, they teach me even more about kindness and positivity. With the help of “Aunt” Carol who is an extra handler for Gus, he and Stanley visited UCLA together on Wednesday.

As we walked into our regular Resnick neuropsych units the usual level of excitement was doubled. There was so much joy. From the kids under twelve to the teens to the adults to the staff, no one could resist two cute, loving Doodles. It was the best medicine.

There are always those special moments that I think about on my way home from the hospital. Wednesday was no exception. A seemingly shy boy told me how much he loved the dogs. Then he asked very quietly if I remembered him. The look on his face was so sweet when I assured him that I did.

In an adult group, a young woman was petting and brushing Gus and Stanley as we all engaged in casual conversation. Suddenly, she got very serious and earnestly shared that they were the first thing that had worked for her since she’d been in the hospital. Nothing had reached her like the dogs. With a smile, she added, “I feel so much better.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despite all of the current negativity in the world, or maybe because of it, I have been making a more concerted effort to find the positive. It’s a way to navigate through things beyond our control. It’s not to downplay darker events but rather to find the space to breathe by appreciating even the smallest moments of kindness and consideration.

Once I started, I found more and more to appreciate. For instance, in a senior moment, I had deleted the app for the gym from my phone. The young woman working at the desk was great about helping out and didn’t laugh at me once.

ELBEE She’s paid not to.

When I thanked her for being so nice, we got into a conversation about positive energy. We agreed that it truly attracts more of the same.

Dogs bring positivity without even trying. Walking Henry in the neighborhood, I passed a local taco truck. The owner, with a big smile on his face, called out, “Hola Enrique.”

On another street, a woman sweeping the sidewalk in front of her house told me that she was doing it so that our “four-legged friends” wouldn’t get all sorts of things in their paws. It was such a simple, thoughtful thing to do.

While Gus and Stanley have been busy with their hospital visits, Henry has been doing special events. Last week, along with Labs, Bubbles and Opal, he worked Stay, Sip, Snack with PAC at UCLA. It was a chance for members of the staff to take a much needed time out with the dogs.

You could hear the joy in the room and almost feel the relief as doctors, nurses and other hospital staff, petted and hugged the dogs. I lost count of how many times I heard, “You can’t believe how much I needed this.”  No one wanted to leave.

Another positive for me was a visit with Jack Barron, my amazing mentor in all things dog therapy. He and his wife Kathy have moved to the east coast so I don’t see him often. Stanley and I stopped by to say hello on our way back from UCLA.  From the time I began my  journey with Charley in 2006, Jack has offered guidance, encouragement and support. I can never thank him enough.

ELBEE Now she’s going to take a left turn into crazy.

It may not fit the theme of this post but I wanted to share a photo that I took in the large entryway of the house where Jack was staying. Not sure if it’s technically a sculpture, but, I think you’ll agree, he is random and positively, creepy.  See how I tied that in!

It’s hard to believe that last week was my four hundredth post! A part of me thought it was time to wrap it up. Then, some very supportive friends encouraged me to keep going. I was touched when they told me that they enjoy my words with their Monday morning coffee.

ELBEE She’s like a doughnut.

Writing has allowed me to preserve so many precious memories. It’s almost overwhelming when I look back. It’s also what I need to write a book, something that others  have suggested.

My journey began in 2006 but my first post was in September of 2015. It was at the urging of Barbara Valentine, a friend, who, after a special visit from Charley and Elbee, my first two therapy dogs, convinced me to start a blog. Gus had just begun his “career.”

ELBEE She had no idea what a blog was.

Charley and Elbee are gone but their legacy lives on with Stanley, Henry and Gus, who is now the senior pack member. They all continue to amaze me.

Thanks to the Doods, I have done parades, hospital galas and sadly, even a candlelight gala for a murdered professor. I’ve met six graders from Compton in an anti-bullying group, high schoolers interested in health care professions and campers with special needs.

Without the Doods I would never have had the chance to chat with Sully Sullenberger, the hero from the miracle on the Hudson. I would not have met Clayton Kershaw and Mookie Betts from the Dodgers nor told manager Dave Roberts that I was a “grandma groupie.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

ELBEE That was just embarrassing.

On a serious note, over the years, all of the dogs have shown me miracles. How do you explain a man who awoke from a months long coma and said that all he remembered was the presence of the dogs on his bed? More than once I have heard that a patient smiled for the first time in weeks. A young woman in neuropsych hugged Gus and whispered that he was the first thing that had made her want to live in a long time.

Friday, Gus had a special moment at Tarzana Hospital. On pediatrics, a nurse asked us to visit a patient with cerebral palsy.  The boy’s reactions were hard to read but his mom’s face lit up as soon as we walked in the room.

I placed Gus on the bed where he relaxed and cuddled up next to the patient. When Gus gently placed his head on the boys chest, I saw the trace of a smile on his face. That glimpse of happiness truly speaks to the quiet power of therapy animals.